Dreams
I had little sleep last night. We snuggled close under the heavy comforters, as the cool bedroom air tickled our noses (we love it cold for sleeping), and I ground my uselessness/cage into her warm ass crack. She felt nothing because in reality, and despite how full my balls feel, when caged you run out of ‘dick’ long before you can even think about having one.
I throbbed all night, awakened time and again by the conviction that her hand was caressing my inner thigh, and then moving on to cup my balls before playing with my cage. At one point I had even earnestly dreamt she was stroking my cock, standing rigid and proud and lapping up her ministrations.
Yet time and again I’d come to my senses and realize that the only thing happening was in my fevered mind. I’d listen to her gently breathing beside me and give it my best effort to subdue the yearning threatening to consume me. Desperate to rip off that damn cage I’d for so long yearned to have ruthlessly locked upon me (and still maddeningly do), I’d then eventually drift off once again.
When my alarm went off for work I dragged my ass out of bed instead of under the sheets to slide my face up between her legs. This wasn’t the first time of late I’d experienced a night such as that, and yet it was by far the most intense. I am so glad the weekend is here, and I can properly express my gratitude to @MrsBr_Saiph for being the kind of woman that after 26 years of marriage, can still keep me up all night thinking about her.
The End.
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